Absolute Lesbian Sex - Volume 2

Ashley Hind

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Five red hot stories focused girl on girl actionLipsmacker by Ashley Hind"This is the ballad of Fanny Spaenkka, who fell in love with the beautiful drummer and then had her heart broken by Yours Truly. It's not actually a ballad, obviously. It's more of a swift tale, but I use the term for the musical connotations, since dearest Fanny does so love to boast to all her girly conquests that she is the lead singer of a rock band. She doesn't mention that it's a crap rock band. This isn't even much of a tale, if I'm honest - more a cautionary note not to get ideas above your station where I am concerned. Because if you get me uncharacteristically drunk and perform your particularly nasty kink upon my person, you can bet your sweet ass that I, as the most luscious natural dominatrix imaginable, am going to bring a hefty bum-load of retribution straight round to your back door. And that's exactly what I did..."Strap Happy by Erin PimTwo kinkster lesbians discover the pleasure of bringing a strap on phallus into the bedroom. It's obvious that the girl on the receiving end gets her fill, but they soon find out that wearing the dildo also has its allure.An Old Fashioned Love Story by Vanessa de SadeAngie has known how she feels about Greta for a long time. But does Greta feel the same way? Find out in this sizzling-hot girl-girl romance.Special Delivery by Roxanna CrossAn intriguing package is delivered to a posh residence. The door woman who accepts the delivery for the tenant is piqued by the alluring box. Yet, she cannot phantom the sophisticated resident of flat 5233 to be involved in anything her twisted mind is cooking up...Lunch Break by Erin PimA highly sexed woman has trouble refraining from masturbating at work, especially when a female co-worker becomes the object of her affection. Not to mention, this co-worker has suddenly become curious of her frequent trips to the washroom stall. She can't stop thinking about Dana's glorious breasts, but is desperate to keep anyone from work from knowing her dirty little secret. What's a hyper sexed girl to do?

Sujets

• Erotic literature

Informations

• Publié par: Andrews UK
• Date de parution: 09 février 2015
• Nombre de lectures: 6
• EAN13: 9781785381195
• Langue: English

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Title Page
ABSOLUTE LESBIAN SEX
Volume 2
A HOUSE OF EROTICA COLLECTION



Publisher Information
Absolute Lesbian Sex - Volume 2
published in 2015 by House of Erotica
an imprint of Andrews UK Limited
www.houseoferoticabooks.com
This book is sold subject to the condition that it shall not, by way of trade or otherwise, be lent, resold, hired out or otherwise circulated without the publisher’s prior written consent in any form of binding or cover other than that in which it is published, and without a similar condition being imposed on the subsequent purchaser.
The characters and situations in this book are entirely imaginary and bear no relation to any real person or actual happening.
Copyright © House of Erotica 2015
The rights of the authors have been asserted in accordance with sections 77 and 78 of the Copyrights Designs and Patents Act 1988.



Lipsmacker
Ashley Hind
“This is the ballad of Fanny Spänkka, who fell in love with the beautiful drummer and then had her heart broken by Yours Truly. It’s not actually a ballad, obviously. It’s more of a swift tale, but I use the term for the musical connotations, since dearest Fanny does so love to boast to all her girly conquests that she is the lead singer of a rock band. She doesn’t mention that it’s a crap rock band. This isn’t even much of a tale, if I’m honest - more a cautionary note not to get ideas above your station where I am concerned. Because if you get me uncharacteristically drunk and perform your particularly nasty kink upon my person, you can bet your sweet ass that I, as the most luscious natural dominatrix imaginable, am going to bring a hefty bum-load of retribution straight round to your back door. And that’s exactly what I did...”
This is the ballad of Fanny Spänkka, who fell in love with the beautiful drummer and then had her heart broken by Yours Truly. It’s not actually a ballad, obviously. It’s more of a swift tale, but I use the term for the musical connotations, since dearest Fanny does so love to boast to all her girly conquests that she is the lead singer of a rock band. She doesn’t mention that it’s a crap rock band. This isn’t even much of a tale, if I’m honest - more a cautionary note not to get ideas above your station where I am concerned. Because if you get me uncharacteristically drunk and perform your particularly nasty kink upon my person, you can bet your sweet ass that I, as the most luscious natural dominatrix imaginable, am going to bring a hefty bum-load of retribution straight round to your back door. And that’s exactly what I did.
I never took Fanny that seriously. I mean, her band is called Q.W.I.M. for goodness sake! It stands for Queens Who Idolise Music, apparently. Queens Who Butcher Music, more like - but changing the I to a B prevents the “hilarious” joke of forcing people to use the word quim whenever they mention the band. Their Unique Selling Point is lipstick lesbianism, which is a little tenuous considering that, out of the four-piece, two of them are bisexual at best. Nonetheless, they have built up an unfeasibly loyal fan base of presumably deaf young ladies, who think it cool to dip a toe into the Sapphic pool. And yes, you can sense my bitterness at the fact that ridiculous Fanny has all these nubile rock bitches panting after her.
She’s not the type I would usually let into my undies. She’s good-looking enough but she talks rubbish all day long and believes her own hype way too much. Moreover, she is an utter fraud. Her trademark kink, the one that inspired her stage name, was stolen off another Rock Goddess who was indeed the genuine article, and became the lead singer of Slikbitch. The two of them had slept together a few times when they were both starting out on the club and student circuits, and young Fanny - then plain Ingrid - had been on the receiving end of this naughty act. She decided she needed an edgy image of her own, so she stole the kink and made it the centre of her sexual repertoire, and then changed her name so that it looked like it was her idea all along.
I know this to be true because when Slikbitch supported U.S. metal giants Wrath’s Child on the European leg of their world tour, I was invited to come along and take pictures. I got very up close and personal with the aforementioned Rock Goddess, so I know what really happened. Last summer, over the festival season, the paths of the two bands seemed to be permanently crossed. Fanny was around almost constantly. Because of the connection between the two lead singers, Q.W.I.M. got invited to a much better class of aftershow party than their lowly status would normally have allowed.
Right from the first time I saw Fanny she was trying to make a big noise, but then I guess fame has always been about blagging your way up. Her band was all about sex and sexuality, the mantra being that all girls, gay or straight, should be forever kicking no-good boys into touch in order to try a bit of lady lovin’ with their sexy female mates instead. They had songs called things like “I Turned Her”, and their closest thing to a hit, “Friends with Benefits”. The latter contained the poetry-dodging line, to be shouted in unison by the frenzied female crowd, of guzzle down your BFF’s honey til she screams! Classy.
It was imperative that everyone knew of Fanny’s sexual preferences. She mentioned it whenever possible and tried always to have a girl in tow. She had the legend “Gorgeous Lesbian” tattooed upon her left shoulder, which is going to look cracking when she is sixty. In spite of her in-yer-face desperation, in spite of the fact she was barely even on the very fringes of fame, she was bewilderingly never short of groupies - more often than not nice lookers, though seldom much out of their teens. The magic word when it comes to sex is clearly not “abracadabra” but “I’minaband” .
It was seemingly illegal for her not to be seen unless she was snogging the face off one of these groupies. At parties she swapped from one to another. Her favourite stunt was to have a line of them service her as she sat with her legs over the arms of a chair. Part of her regular stage costume was a pleated grey skirt from a school uniform. She would wear this so girls on their knees could easily get their heads up it and give her a good time without compromising her modesty. But one girl was not enough for her, oh no. She would have a caterpillar of them - three, sometimes four in a row, waiting their turn. And she would have the waiting girls put their head up the skirt of the one in front on her knees, or pull down the jeans and panties to get at their privates from the rear.
It was quite amusing to watch, in truth - very rock ’n’ roll for sure. Fanny did her best to ruin a good thing by calling out a loud, look-at-me commentary of bizarre phrases, like “worship at my creamy temple, you pussy disciple!” And “drink your queen bee’s dirty nectar!” I don’t think even she knew what the fuck she was on about. What with her strange carnal proclamations and cheesy lyrics, I dubbed her band “Vaginal Tap” - something that irked her more than she let on, as I later found out.
Sometimes she would strike gold and find a groupie game enough to let her show off her party piece. The first time I witnessed it she had cajoled a girl of Chinese extraction to strip naked, save for a leather choke collar and a pair of purple Doc Marten boots. The Chinese girl was cute looking, still carrying a bit of puppy fat, and with creamy-white skin. She had a plump, dark-lipped bare slit. The girl sat on the lap of Fanny in her chair, leaning back into her and opening her legs wide. The girl strained her head round to kiss her lesbian idol and then Fanny lived up to her name by reaching around and smacking the girl’s pussy lips over and over with her fingers.
It drew quite a crowd, to Miss Spänkka’s delight. The girl moaned and ground her backside into her idol’s crotch, and we ooh-ed and aah-ed as we watched the little labia dance and colour up. Fanny kept on until the girl was writhing and squealing, then she slid a couple of fingers up the soaking, punished puss and finished the girl off. I’d seen and done plenty of botty smacking, but never seen it done live to a pussy before this. As sex shows go, I rather liked it. It was fascinating, as well as very rude. Fanny was as pleased as Punch that her efforts had caused such a stir. I don’t think she even minded that the bassist of Wrath’s Child subsequently did the naked girl of Chinese extraction over a table and finished very messily on her back. The impact had already been made.
So, the wannabe star was beginning to turn heads and get noticed. It followed that the best thing to do was to bare as many groupie pussies as she could and spank them with the same aplomb. It was not a sight we were ever going to tire of. As her reputation built she would have girls come to her already stripped from the waist down, desperate to sacrifice their sensitive bits on the altar of lesbo rock and roll. All these lambs seemed to enjoy their punishment tremendously and I’m fairly sure Fanny never failed to make any of them come. She was a girl seemingly on the way up, getting all the sexy pussy that she could handle.
However, things were not entirely rosy in the garden of Fanny. Of all the young girls she could get there was one who steadfastly refused to be seduced, and that was her own bandmate, drummer Millie Minks. Sadly for Fanny she had a HUGE crush on Millie, one that drove her to distraction and drink, and to do all those nasty things to her groupies. I will say right now that Millie is one of the most gorgeous females I have ever set eyes upon. If it wasn’t for her I would have been less keen to mix with her band at all. She has sleek black hair almost as long as my own, huge bright blue eyes and c